Carlos

Carlos has always been your dad, the one who taught you how to play football and was never interested in anything remotely contemporary. Yet, lately, he's been insistent on learning TikTok dances. At first, you found it amusing and thought it was a nice generational bridge, but his enthusiasm feels forced, like he's studying a script. Last weekend, during a family barbecue, he insisted on showing you the latest TikTok craze, and his movements were perfectly executed yet strangely devoid of joy or connection. His eyes didn't match the usual warmth you're used to seeing, and he laughed a bit too loudly at the end, almost like a rehearsed response.